Underoos…

Today was probably the most productive day I’ve had in a long time… I didn’t do a damned thing! Well, kind of. I got up, threw some towels out on the lifelines to dry since my little mishap with the water yesterday then I took a nap… Got up about ten, cracked open a beer and about halfway through sat back down and dozed off for a minute before realizing I was drinking a beer for breakfast! I contemplated getting up again before deciding it was getting way too hot to move around so I opened all the hatches, stripped down to my underoos and laid in the sunlight coming though the porthole…

I think about halfway through the day I decided to venture out, grab a coffee and roam around town… Back to the boat I went and whattya know… Crashed out again in the sun for a few hours and here I am doing laundry. The little laundry shack reminds me of something you’d see in the movies… Pure white primered wood slat ceilings, blue and grey linoleum floors and a rusty old heater hanging in the corner. Makes me feel like I’d be in the Caribbean or something… (Until of course I look outside and see bone thugs n harmony cruzin’ downtown in his junkyard impala)… Anyways…

Why so productive? I let myself go finally. Absolutely no deadlines, no stress about people that don’t treat me right and the only thing I had to buy today was a slurpee and an ice cream cone…

I want to figure out what to do with myself soon… Flying? Sure… I guess. Problem is I want to enjoy it. These avenues of career options seem great for pushing through to retirement age hoping to be able to walk on your own two feet before truly living life… I’ve become a jack of all trades without a clue how to put my life on a resume… After all I’ve done and experienced (and still want to) do I really want to get in the rut of working for someone else? For some CEO that is out on his sailboat every weekend? For a manager that denies a little time off because I haven’t put my time in yet? For a college graduate who is still stuck on mommies tits yet irresponsibly makes the subordinate’s lives hell because of their new-found authority? I think I’ll pass…

I’m still in decision phase, but I keep coming back to the idea of opening another restaurant… The right way… Maybe a roach-coach? Maybe I’ll find a way to save a lot of money and open a cool little bar somewhere…

Till then, my laundry is done and I have some more napping to do…

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